James Walter Orr Poems

Just because I am blind
doesn't mean that I don't wish to see,
just as something I'm not
doesn't mean that I don't wish to be.
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What cursed evil plagues the soul?
What nameless something grips the mind?
What, horrible and deadly, lurks,
pledged to destroy, to slavery bind?
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One man's meat
is another man's poison.
One man's ex
is another man's love.
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He reached into a bag of fairy dust,
But the gentle breeze had a sudden gust,
And a triple potion that sparkled fair,
Set the sky ablaze, in the summer air.
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My body is scarred with the battles of life,
but love caused the scars on my heart.
The fight for survival, the everyday strife
seems as nothing as when we're apart.
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Mr. Brown was inconspicuous,
in a manner, so’s to speak.
His looks were not imposing,
and his chin was rather weak.
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I loved a girl and she loved me.
We spent our time together.
You never found us far apart,
in fair or stormy weather.
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The flow of shadowy images
That flood in subtle light
On tempestuous
Textured tapestries of want,
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Some folks drink wine
from a bottle.
Some folks drink wine
from a jug.
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I watch from the shadows like some sort of a
Peeping Tom,
while the echoes of the past wash over me like the
gentle waves of a peaceful sea.
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